[Verse 1]
Gettin higher than the soul of little Shaniya
To the ones that killed her, hope you burn in fire
I’m burnin' tires on the strip, tryna get a grip
Liquor in the cupholder, tryna get a sip
6 shots of Hennessey, I’m still goin' strong
Please numb me from the [bad word] that’s goin' on
That girl was 5 years old that they just murdered
And did some wicked [bad word] to her that was unheard of
You [bad word]  coward
Ain’t gotta tell em’ go to [bad word] Cuz that’s the [bad word] that make them other niggas sick in jail;
So you gon’ feel it
Travel the world reppin' this city, know I’m gon' kill it
But yet a [bad word] ain’t got a clue..
How I’m gon' deal with all the [bad word] Niggas sendin shots my way
You put a hit out on me, think that I’m gon' stop? No way
Gon' have to kill me, or witness a [bad word] livin' so filthy
Young, black, and wealthy, [bad word] for that I’m guilty
Still see all the fake [bad word] It’s funny somehow thought the money could erase it
No matter how much dough you got you gotta face it
And to my niggas gone hope you in a better place
If I make it I’ll holla…

[Hook]
See World (See world, See world)
You’re no good
See World (See world, See world)
You’re no good
No matter how I hate flashbacks and rewinds
Can’t escape the pain that’s trapped in my mind
See World (See world, See world)
You’re no good

[Verse 2]
Yeah I got a chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget
The industry overlook me for that I be holding [bad word] Wouldn’t take a chance on me
Suddenly it's, oh you love it
Let's get a Cole feature that's gon' put you over budget
Picture being broke with no pot to [bad word] in
And then suddenly your idols is [bad word] Used to be like God to me, slowly losing my religion
As these notes from [bad word] turn [bad word]  then
Put it out and hope the World sing
We sippin’ liquor for the pain that the World bring
We had dreams just to make it up the flag pole
Just to find out that out heroes were some [bad word] holes
Y’all dont hear me, maybe you had the World figured out wrong
When these niggas go from singing our songs to waiting on you
Bout a year later the same ones be hatin’ on you
Every other record these rappers be faking on you
We singing songs but we know that ain't [bad word] We know you gotta make the people pay you
Cause either you play the game or watch the game play you
And be that broke [bad word] talkin bout “I stay [bad word]